Blood and Love: Chapter Two
Can't give anything away!
***Caleste's POV***
I stand frozen solid. I don't know what to do. I practically feel my world disappear as I'm left with cold reality. I don't know what to believe, though. No. Vampire's don't exist. The translucent milk-white fangs prove me wrong. What's worse is that they drip blood of one of my friends no less.
"Oh, it's you." The words come out clear as day. This guy has gotten good practice in talking around those. He frowns. I don't know what for though. I feel like I don't care. I'm going to die anyway. Cold water on my face. Fuck, I'm going to die a virgin. The vampire dude burst out laughing. I feel my cheeks flush as I realize vampires must be telepathic. Why did Stephenie Meyer have to be right about that? He continues to laugh.
"Stop reading my mind!" I say with a boldness that shocks me. The vampire dude, or Ashton, smirks and his fangs retract to normal canine teeth.
"Heather's your friend?" He asks and I nod. He lifts her up in his arms and I see that she's passed out and the fang marks are just dots of pink.
"Take her back out. She'll be alright." He says and I frown. For a vampire he sure is nice. I scooped her up with little effort. I prayed to god it wasn't another Edward. Unlike most females I never found the concept all that attractive. It's a good series, though.
"Your name's Ashton, right?" I ask and he nods.
"A version of it. It started out as Asheteke." My ears prick at the melodious sound of his name.
"Um, you're coming to school here?"
"Starting tomorrow. You ask a lot of unnecessary questions. And no. I don't glitter. We leave that to the unicorns and rainbows." I find myself laughing nervously. I'm talking to a vampire. I can't believe it.
"I'm not really a vampire." He says and winks. I blink, confused.
"Then, what are you?" I ask but he's gone. Just gone. Poof.
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***Ashton's POV***
Where had all those questions come from? And why was I giving answers? It was good I got out when I could. No doubt she'll have more tomorrow. Just like Marissa...
Whatever. If my plan works out, I'll be dead before the month is over. It was weird. I'd almost forgotten about the depression when I was with Caleste. Caleste, what a pretty name. I knew she liked my original name from before I met Marissa. Before I met her I never considered myself alive. In reality I had lived longer than any vampire. One reason was that I'm not exactly a vampire. I'm a changeling.
Being that was once human who died and five years later rised from the grave looking like a human. We're powerful. Most of our powers are hidden and we hardly understand our race so since we drink blood, we're considered vampires. Well, I'm considered The Father of Vampires.
Vampires can be created two ways. One way being that a dead body is bitten by a werewolf. An idea I gave to an old friend. Who betrayed me. An old feud that continues to wage on. The second way would be the blood transfusion. Most common nowadays.
I sigh and cringe as my head begins to throb.
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***Caleste's POV***
I'm going insane! Heather didn't remember a thing about Ashton.
"Ashie," she liked to call him, "just kissed me in the supply closet. Oh gosh. I fainted. I'm so embarrassed." I, not wanting to sound like a lunatic, said nothing. Even when Kanisha slammed me with blocks of questions from time to time. Finally the track meet was over with our team Victorious and me pooped. I went home to take a long nice hot shower.
I stand frozen solid. I don't know what to do. I practically feel my world disappear as I'm left with cold reality. I don't know what to believe, though. No. Vampire's don't exist. The translucent milk-white fangs prove me wrong. What's worse is that they drip blood of one of my friends no less.
"Oh, it's you." The words come out clear as day. This guy has gotten good practice in talking around those. He frowns. I don't know what for though. I feel like I don't care. I'm going to die anyway. Cold water on my face. Fuck, I'm going to die a virgin. The vampire dude burst out laughing. I feel my cheeks flush as I realize vampires must be telepathic. Why did Stephenie Meyer have to be right about that? He continues to laugh.
"Stop reading my mind!" I say with a boldness that shocks me. The vampire dude, or Ashton, smirks and his fangs retract to normal canine teeth.
"Heather's your friend?" He asks and I nod. He lifts her up in his arms and I see that she's passed out and the fang marks are just dots of pink.
"Take her back out. She'll be alright." He says and I frown. For a vampire he sure is nice. I scooped her up with little effort. I prayed to god it wasn't another Edward. Unlike most females I never found the concept all that attractive. It's a good series, though.
"Your name's Ashton, right?" I ask and he nods.
"A version of it. It started out as Asheteke." My ears prick at the melodious sound of his name.
"Um, you're coming to school here?"
"Starting tomorrow. You ask a lot of unnecessary questions. And no. I don't glitter. We leave that to the unicorns and rainbows." I find myself laughing nervously. I'm talking to a vampire. I can't believe it.
"I'm not really a vampire." He says and winks. I blink, confused.
"Then, what are you?" I ask but he's gone. Just gone. Poof.
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***Ashton's POV***
Where had all those questions come from? And why was I giving answers? It was good I got out when I could. No doubt she'll have more tomorrow. Just like Marissa...
Whatever. If my plan works out, I'll be dead before the month is over. It was weird. I'd almost forgotten about the depression when I was with Caleste. Caleste, what a pretty name. I knew she liked my original name from before I met Marissa. Before I met her I never considered myself alive. In reality I had lived longer than any vampire. One reason was that I'm not exactly a vampire. I'm a changeling.
Being that was once human who died and five years later rised from the grave looking like a human. We're powerful. Most of our powers are hidden and we hardly understand our race so since we drink blood, we're considered vampires. Well, I'm considered The Father of Vampires.
Vampires can be created two ways. One way being that a dead body is bitten by a werewolf. An idea I gave to an old friend. Who betrayed me. An old feud that continues to wage on. The second way would be the blood transfusion. Most common nowadays.
I sigh and cringe as my head begins to throb.
**********************************************
***Caleste's POV***
I'm going insane! Heather didn't remember a thing about Ashton.
"Ashie," she liked to call him, "just kissed me in the supply closet. Oh gosh. I fainted. I'm so embarrassed." I, not wanting to sound like a lunatic, said nothing. Even when Kanisha slammed me with blocks of questions from time to time. Finally the track meet was over with our team Victorious and me pooped. I went home to take a long nice hot shower.
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